This is yet another exercise from Naming the World. I was somewhat hesitant in choosing this one, because I am a big believer in choosing your title after the piece is written. However, I thought that I should step out of my comfort zone and really challenge myself, and I am actually pretty okay with my results. The basic idea is to write six title according to the stipulations that the author listed. Then I was to choose a title and elaborate, stopping right when I was really getting into it.
Potential Titles:
Immensities
Suppression
"What Shall We Die For"
Pleading Night
From Whence Did I Come?
Tell Me to Come Here
For clarity's sake, I chose Pleading Night...here goes!
She winced as the light from Jerry's torch pierced her eyes. "You bloody fool," she spat. "Don't blind me!"
"Sorry, mate. I was merely trying to see if it worked or not."
"Well be careful where you point it then." Lucy tucked her long auburn hair behind her left ear as she continued down the dirt tunnel.
"Every night I wait for you, hoping that you won't be late or that you'll rescue me if something terrible happens."
"Aren't I supposed to be the damsel in distress? Jerry, you're slightly a git; do you realize that? I swear, that's not the way you woo a lady, even if she is as untoward as I."
"I'm sorry, Lucy. I just love our nightly explorations."
"Then dig."
With an indignant silence, Jerry scraped the dirt from the sides encircling him. He constantly marveled at the way the grains fell softly, without sound, as if free and passionate, without thought of where they would reside next.
"Do you ever wish you were a woman, Jerry?"
"Once. Why?"
"I find that women tend to be as observant as you, and as thoughtless."
"That's an awful judgment to say about your own sex."
"I come out here sometimes at night and wish for our lives to be different. That I were a man and you were a woman. Imagine our lives and how different they would be, happy even."
"I'm happy now."
"Oh don't be thick. No one is happy."
Jerry saw more dirt fall out of the corner of his eye and could swear he heard the night release a small cry.
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